Starglow Basin secret tunnel

A voice. Medusa followed it in absolute quiet, used to this—reverting to the days when this was all that she did. Listen to conversations she ought not to. Be in places she shouldn’t, unknown. She was good at that… better than anything else. But being a priestess had it’s uses and benefits, and that was why she had stepped into the light. 

The light, as it turned out, wasn’t where she really belonged. 

Still though, she didn’t have that 100% figured out. Medusa wanted to go far in Akashingo and had every belief that being a mouthpiece of the Gods was the right way to get there. Shit, it helped her a little tonight. Hers was a holy mission, guided by… 

Who in the hell was this long-legged babe? And why was she here? Too fucking pretty, unfairly pretty. So pretty, Medusa almost missed whose face she was holding. 

She was supposed to stay in the shadows. Medusa couldn’t tell you what she did next. Couldn’t tell you if she was loud, or if she was quiet, or if she was quick about it or if it took some time. Like an ambush predator Medusa erupted, going for the back of her head to pull her away and incapacitate her long enough to grab her son, and get the fuck out of dodge. 

Maybe the bitch would see stars like Medusa had—love at first sight for the white woman… but something different for the gorgeous one who was way too quick to break her heart. 

Her boy, apologizing, for what??? 

Medusa would be even quicker to grab her boy and go, the moment that she could.